[kavinsky shows up approximately on time, which is probably late, but nothing egregious. he's wearing a baggy t-shirt rather than his preferred tanktop, because he feels a bit ugly as well as murderous and tired and wired, and when you can take care of only one of those things, you might as well.
being preoccupied with his own feelings, he barely looks at rafaello when he sees them. sliding into the passenger seat like a sullen child, putting his seatbelt in in an automatic kind of way. he reeks pungently of cigarettes. turning away from the vampire, he draws a dick on the nearest car window with his forefinger, then breathes on it. sadness has not now and will never make him the best version of himself.
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being preoccupied with his own feelings, he barely looks at rafaello when he sees them. sliding into the passenger seat like a sullen child, putting his seatbelt in in an automatic kind of way. he reeks pungently of cigarettes. turning away from the vampire, he draws a dick on the nearest car window with his forefinger, then breathes on it. sadness has not now and will never make him the best version of himself.
but fortunately!! rafa is prepared.]